December 17, 2012
Part 4 - Group Poem - Individual Poem.

Town Poem

Bare and empty the town stays the same.
Day after day it never changed.
The streets clear of people.
And no one plays outside.
Peoples' faces in the window so tired and glum.
All they have to eat is smaller than a crumb.
Each day passes by.
Not a penny adds on.
Hoping that we'll be okay.
Work is hard to find during this time.
Even though we'd only make a dime.
Times are tough.
And we don't have enough.

Image, Source: intermediary roll film
Image, Source: intermediary roll film



Image, Source: digital file from intermediary roll film
Image, Source: digital file from intermediary roll film